All the art of living lies in the fine mingling of letting go and holding on. Havelock Ellis, English physician, writer, progressive intellectual (1859-1939)
We often speak of “losing our mothers” or identifying ourselves as “motherless daughters.” I also use these terms but recently I’ve questioned their viability.
My mother isn’t lost, she hasn’t been wandering through the woods or riding an endless NY subway these last 64 years. She has been and currently is dead. On the other hand, I’m not mother less. I was born of a mother and she remains in my heart, the curve of my smile, my DNA. She is literally present in my life.
Affirmation: I walk the fine line between letting go and holding on.
Coaching questions: How do you describe yourself as a person without a living mother? How do terms make a difference?
Life after losing a mother 
Mershon, almost every one of your posts creates a therapy session in my head. Interestingly I lost my father at age 15. My mother lived until I was 40 and she was a challenge.
Sent from my iPad Lois Colaprete
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You have certainly been down this road. Your comments help keep me going. Thanks so much. I’m glad to be making a difference for you.
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Not really on topic, but I happened to notice that the two comments above are time-stamped for July 5 in the late afternoon and it is currently July 5 about noon where I am. I wonder where the computer gets it’s time from for this post.
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Weird. Both Lois and I are in Chicagoland.
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